Pitbull - Give Them What They Ask For lyrics

f** that club sh**, they want that thug sh**, But I aint no thug b**h, and I aint no gangsta b**h, I'm a hustla hoe, and I got no problem, If you want it you can get it boy I'll bust ya (EEEYYYOOOOOO) Anybody wanna test I, who, me, P - I to the motherf**in T Its not my fault that your b**h chose me, Now her and her girlfriend wanna do me This is for them boys in dem Chevy's sittin on dem King James... dem 2-3's and if you gotta problem with me - holla at my lawyer - b**h, sue me I'm tired of this f** boy rap, f** boy this, f** boy that Watch a couple movies and they put it in dey rhymes Wanna-be 50's, I'm straight, you get shot 9 times (HA HA) 10 years in the game, since 9-9 I've been speakin my mind - yes sah! and aint sh** changed, and if you gotta problem, b**h cross Dade County line I'mma give em what they ask for What dey want, that street talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for What dey want, that choppa talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for That track boy, jack bullsh** (EEEEYYYYOOOOO) I'mma tell ya boy, yall boys got me f**ed up - yeah straight up Better duck when them things buck - I aint Jigga but n***a what, n***a who, who the f** is you? Talkin to me like you know me - aint cho dog, aint cho buddy, aint cho homie Nah brah, not me, and if u spit it better live it, matter fact better show me I'mma make em say UGHHH, not even Master P cook crack like this - no no and you aint ever seen a chico in the game this raw since Pun that can rap like this (HAHA - T.S) I hear em in dey raps about the coke and the crack and the clip to the clack (UH-HUH) But to me its chit-chat - BLAOW BLAOW - motherf**er take that... NOW!! I'mma give em what they ask for What dey want, that street talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for What dey want, that choppa talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for That track boy, jack bullsh** (EEEEYYYYOOOOO) Imma spit it, flip it, rip it for dem boys making digits off that coke when they whip it Grab the stick, double clip it, 1, mississippi 2, mississippi 3, mississippi co*k-back click it BLAOW BLAOW Probably what your thinkin last that you wanna do is get found in the trunk of the Lincoln stankin' I took my money from the shoe box now I bank it Foolish, I am too 2x I'mma give em what they ask for What dey want, that street talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for What dey want, that choppa talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for What they want, that dope talk, (AYYY AYYYY) I'mma give em what they ask for That track boy, jack bullsh** f** that club sh**, they want that thug sh**, But I aint no thug b**h, and I aint no gangsta b**h, I'm a hustla hoe, and I got no problem, If you want it u can get it boy I'll bust ya